“The soldiers killed my husband, my daughter, they dragged me and took me to the police station, where their madness began to be (beaten and mistreated).”

This left her with the question of what to do now, and she went to her mother and told her what had happened and if it was not enough at that moment the soldiers had entered their house and had beaten her mother and raped her brother.

In those moments they longed for death, but they got into a truck and sent them to a room with bloody, beaten, battered women.

Since that day she had been looking for her daughter every birthday, but she couldn’t find her anywhere.

The main protagonist synonymed the word life was with rape.

Her brother had stopped studying at age 13 and one day when he was sleeping so hard that he did not hear the many calls of his mother, the first offensive had entered and he had tried to hide.

Nothing was enough to escape the iron hands. He was beaten, abused, and finally raped. This part of the story was conveyed with so much clamor that it seemed that the foundations of the theater were shaken and the pain remained strong.

There was blood everywhere and knives with which the Serbs are identified, knives are among the most beloved symbols after church symbols.

Then it came to that point when the protagonist wanted to hide from everyone and to wipe everything, but it was impossible, it seemed that everyone knew.

“Why are you looking at me?” “Why are you looking at me?” “Do you want to say he’s crazy?” “Do you want to say he’s raped?” Were the questions that his consciousness asked and never found peace again.

With the phrase “I am the victim, not you” was alluded to the indifference of the world for individual pain.

This pain had left him mentally deficient always in accompanying medication with broken back rings because they had been stepping over him and that made him unable to work.

“Why does nobody turn our eyes on us?” Was the question that followed with a long silence.

His pain tried to soften with water and roses.

Various things appeared in front of the public and asked who they belonged to, so these were the things of the missing people during the Kosovo war.